Foreign Land
I have seen you in my dreams.
I have inhaled your scent in sleep.
I have put my hands in your soil and lay on the shore of your ocean.
Your sun has warmed my skin and your rain has touched my soul.
I have been witness to your storm as it rises, lightening bright, filling the sky.
I understand your language and the sound is sweet, seductive.
I listen with all my heart and feel as though my skin is aflame.
One day I will immerse myself.
Consume and be consumed.
Give myself over and visit a foreign land.
I have seen you in my dreams.
I have inhaled your scent in sleep.
I have put my hands in your soil and lay on the shore of your ocean.
Your sun has warmed my skin and your rain has touched my soul.
I have been witness to your storm as it rises, lightening bright, filling the sky.
I understand your language and the sound is sweet, seductive.
I listen with all my heart and feel as though my skin is aflame.
One day I will immerse myself.
Consume and be consumed.
Give myself over and visit a foreign land.
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